"Shuimei! Order all three hundred witches, follow the blood flower closely, and track the target. It depends on the situation." The witch waved more than three hundred petals, sprinkled them on the sea area shrouded in mist, towards the thousands of petals The disappearing direction blasted away.
"Take orders." The ghost general 'Shui Mei' gathered three hundred witches, jumped into the sea, and each of them steered a small boat, and quickly disappeared into the mist.
"Give you a chance, go." The witch master said lightly, and surrounded by all the witches, he walked to the stern.
Lin Yunhan didn't dare to delay, and left by boat. He probably understood that it must have been an accident that caused the person who got the spirit to escape. Who will it be? Can't even stop the witch master himself
In the dark sea, fog drifts. A simple to dilapidated fishing boat was drifting towards the funeral boat with the ups and downs of the tide.
An old man was sitting alone on the bow of the boat, wearing a cape and hat, holding a cigarette pole in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. The fishing rod was more than ten meters long, longer than the hull of the boat, and looked very unsuitable. The fishing rod was raised obliquely in the sky, facing the funeral boat.
The flower burial boat is the residence of the shaman, and all her disciples are here, including the three ghost generals including 'Shui Mei', and other experts in the Saint Martial Realm, but even they are vigilant. The old man felt an inexplicable threat, and no one dared to act rashly.
"Your Majesty Witch, the dawn is approaching, and this old man is going to go fishing." The old man raised his hand and swung the fishing rod, the bright fishing line swung into the air, and shot the funeral boat.
In an instant, the space trembled, first distorted, and then shattered, like glass that had been hit hard, crashing, fragmented, black lines, like cracks in space, rushing at extreme speed, angrily taking the funeral flower boat.
What kind of martial art is this? The complexions of the people on the funeral boat changed completely. Just as they were about to strike, the shaman raised his slender hand, and more than ten petals flew out, turning into giant flowers in mid-air, blooming at high altitude, and facing those black lines head-on.
Rumble! The sky is shaking and the sea is shaking, and the loud noise is like thousands of thunders. Violent air waves swept between the sky and the sea, the sky trembled wildly, the sea level rose, and the silent ocean fell into a terrifying riot.
The funeral boat fluctuated violently with the tide, and the old man's fishing boat was also in constant waves.
"Don't be ignorant!" The witch master confronted the old man across the air, a murderous intent burst out from the bottom of his eyes.
"Roar!" The sea snake crawled out from the old man's collar, and opened its mouth to let out an earth-shattering roar. Its small body, so powerful, made the witches on the funeral boat secretly terrified. What kind of person is this? It has always been the burial boat that frightens the sea and intimidates the heroes. Some people dare to be so presumptuous in front of them.
"Enough is enough, you can't destroy this ship, and you can't hold down the witch palace." The witch master was murderous, with his right hand spread out, a flower was in full bloom, the petals were bright and dripping, but what flowed was viscous blood, like It is pregnant with a sea of blood.
"You can't do anything to me." The old man sneered dryly, took down the pipe, and tapped it lightly on the board. The smoke and ash fluttered, but it didn't fall into the sea water, but flew into the sky, bits of ashes fluttered silently, every piece was stained with sparks.
At first glance, it is very strange, but when you look closely, the little ashes seem to be wrapped in billowing magma, sealing up the terrifying high temperature.
"Witch Lord, who is he?" A ghost general couldn't bear it, how could there be such a character in Neihai? The point is that they have never heard of it, let alone seen it.
The witch master looked at the old man coldly: "You really have something to do with that person, you just want to restrain him now!"
"Whatever you think." The old man pointed to the sky and said calmly, "It's almost dawn."
"Who is he! Answer me and I'll leave."
"I just want to fish, that's all."
"Ask again, who is he?"
"non of my business."
"Since it has nothing to do with you, it's up to me to decide whether to kill or keep."
"casual."
The shaman shook his sleeves and turned around, shouting: "Set sail! Chase!"
"Follow the order!" The witches looked back at the old man, feeling even more strange in their hearts.
The black mist engulfed the funeral boat, and the seven giant ghosts woke up from their slumber. They noticed the old man not far away, and after a silent confrontation, they rose into the sky under the order of the witch master and tightened their chains. , dragging the funeral boat into the sky.
The old man watched the funeral boat disappear into the darkness before dawn, with a slowly dignified expression.
The sea snake dissipated its fierce light and wrapped itself around the old man's arms and shoulders.
long time...
The old man spread his left hand and looked at the little golden light: "It seems that there will be a commotion for a while."
"Hiss..." The sea snake stammered the snake letter, as if it was talking about something.
"Look at who is in the nearby sea area." The old man closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling. After a while, the corners of his eyebrows raised lightly: "He? How did he come back? Hmm... Is that location... Liuli Island? It's a little far away, but I hope this little guy can persevere."
The old man raised his left hand high, facing the sky, clasped his five fingers slightly, and clicked, golden lightning flashes exploded in the palm of his palm, like thunder falling on the ground, resounding across the sea and sky, and a shiny golden character rose into the sky and went straight to the sky.
Jinzi, be king!
Qin Ming was driving a boat on the early morning sea. After tossing all night, he finally saw the light, but he really didn't relax at all. The white tiger gnawed on the sea beast it had just caught, and its mouth was full of blood. From time to time, it looked up at the sea behind, to beware of any more petals appearing.
More than a dozen sea eagles galloped across the river, dragging a huge ship a hundred meters away, riding the wind and waves, sailing at high speed.
The sea eagle is long and wide, like an eagle spreading its wings, or a flying whale shark. It sometimes skims the sea surface and sometimes rushes into the bottom of the sea. It is very fast and has a ferocious nature.
More than a dozen sea eagles came and went, and the nearby sea animals retreated one after another.
As a result, the giant ship ran unimpeded and galloped in the sea.
Qin Ming avoided the sea eagle, and also avoided the giant ship.
The owner of the huge ship didn't want to cause trouble. Generally speaking, those who dared to sail alone across the sea were definitely not good people, and they dared to cross the sea at night.
It wasn't until noon that Qin Ming finally stopped. Controlling the Skylark was exhausting, and now that his head was a little swollen, he needed to rest.
From night to now, I don't know how far I rushed and where I went. But there is only one impression, the sea area is too vast, such a long trek, spanning an unknown number of miles, and only passing through five islands.
Qin Ming checked carefully, and found that this sea area was considered safe.
"Cheer up, stare at the surface of the sea, and also at the bottom of the sea. I'll take a break and try to find an island before dark." Qin Ming sat cross-legged to recuperate, running the life force, and regained his energy.
But it didn't take long for ripples to appear on the calm sea surface, layer upon layer, becoming more and more frequent. There was a dull loud noise in the distance, like some ferocious beast running wildly on the sea, or like raging waves colliding violently.
Qin Ming woke up and stared into the distance. On the vast sea, a three-headed lion was running wildly, as if he was stepping on the solid ground instead of the sea. , shaking the sea and sky.
The white tiger growled as if facing a formidable enemy.
Qin Ming clenched the Ba Dao tightly, while appeasing the white tiger, while being wary of whoever came.
On the back of the three golden lions, there is a heroic man, his eyes are like lightning, and he is not angry and majestic. He is wearing a golden armor and has an imposing manner. Holding a black long knife in his hand, he pointed at the sky, and the monstrous murderous aura emanated from the knife.
The man came riding a lion on the sea, and the mighty spirit of killing trembled the sea area, and even deterred the nearby sea beasts. They ignored Qin Ming's intentions, but the man still noticed his Skylark.
"The Skylark of the black dragon warship?" The man sat on the back of the lion, slanting towards Qin Ming, and his power was as overwhelming as mountains and seas.
Qin Ming nodded, this man is so violent.
"Where did it come from?"
"auctions."
"The five boats have been born, and the black dragon warship... is coming back..." The man didn't snatch his boat, said softly, and drove away with three lions.